A Savage Meal. 



round in the pungent fuel. When finally cooked, they dislodged 

 the undesirable accumulation from the burning argols, and tore 

 off the smoking flesh with their teeth, seemingly to thoroughly 

 enjoy this savage meaL At such a sight my thoughts travelled 

 across the mighty continent to far away England and a 

 civilised dinner with all its delights, to fully understand and 

 appreciate which one must travel amongst these primitive 

 people and watch them in all their humble and untutored lives. 



THROUGH A LAND OF ICE AND SNOW. 



The night was intensely cold, the thermometer registering 

 51 degrees of frost, and my aul, being old and full of rents, was 

 very draughty. The Mongols are, however, a hardy race and 

 able to withstand the rigours of such a climate, of which I had 

 an apt example when I looked out in the morning. Close by — 

 enveloped in skins, the hides of sheep — were two children, of 

 ages not above six and eight years, enjoying a peaceful sleep 

 with 19 degrees below zero. It is such an upbringing that 

 makes the Mongols what they are — a sturdy race of nomads 

 inured to hardship. 



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